1810 Intention, life is incomplete
The Ninth Prince is not a weakling, nor is he a child without the ability to protect himself. Now he is not afraid of anyone or anything, and he will not show weakness to anyone.
After walking out of the secret room, the Ninth Prince's blood-red eyes gradually returned to their original color. In the darkness, there was a faint fluorescent light flashing in his deep eyes, but it was too fast... there was no time to confirm it.
Standing on the empty street, the Ninth Prince hesitated for a long time, but finally walked towards the Feng Mansion.
At this time, he didn't want to be alone.
The Ninth Prince usually didn't like to disturb people when he came over at night, but tonight he was not in the mood. The guards, the Eighteen Riders, and Master Zuo'an all discovered the Ninth Prince's whereabouts, but no one tried to stop him.
The coldness emanating from the Ninth Prince is too strong. Anyone with a bit of common sense would not run into him and seek death.
The Ninth Prince came to Feng Qingchen's yard unhindered. Feng Qingchen got the news, had already stood up and lit the lamp, and was about to put on his coat when the Ninth Prince walked in.
"Nine..." Feng Qingchen raised his head and said only one word before he was hugged by the Ninth Prince who came over quickly: "Don't move, let me hold you."
The Ninth Prince was in a bad mood tonight, but before Feng Qingchen could say anything, the Ninth Prince hugged him tightly, and the lights in the room were blown out by the Ninth Prince's wave.
Feng Qingchen didn't dare to move, and let Uncle Nine hold her and bury his head in her shoulder.
After an unknown amount of time, Feng Qingchen felt that half of her body was almost stiff, but the Ninth Prince still held her tightly. Feng Qingchen hesitated again and again, but still asked, "Ninth Prince, what's wrong with you?" The Ninth Prince seemed particularly fragile tonight.
The Ninth Prince let go of Feng Qingchen, and his voice returned to normal: "This King is a little tired."
"Are there a lot of government affairs?" Feng Qingchen frowned, not knowing whether he should believe the Ninth Uncle's reason.
"Beiling and Chucheng have reached an alliance. Chucheng is trying to persuade other cities to unite and attack Dongling." The Ninth Prince had a calm face, as if his previous fragility was just an illusion of Feng Qingchen.
Just because Dongling does not initiate a war does not mean that others do not want to take action. The Kyushu continent is so small that ambitious people can only focus their attention on others and see how they can bite off a piece of meat.
"Is the war about to start?" Is the Ninth Prince worried about this?
That doesn't make sense. Dongling has already made preparations. If Beiling and Chucheng go to war with Dongling, they won't gain much advantage, and may even be swallowed up.
"It will be soon. If Xiling does not send troops and only Dongling is left, we must mobilize the entire country." If they defeat Beiling and Chucheng, Dongling may not be able to fight again within ten years.
Ten years... is too long.
"Is there something wrong with Tianyu?" Feng Qingchen hugged the Ninth Uncle with his backhand and placed his right hand on his heart.
Bang, bang... The steady and orderly heartbeat silently told Feng Qingchen that the Ninth Uncle was no longer alright.
It seems that he is really worried about the war.
Feng Qingchen secretly breathed a sigh of relief and at the same time suppressed the matter of Lan Jiuqing.
The Ninth Prince is already busy enough, so she should handle her own affairs.
"Emperor Xiling is still in power." The Ninth Uncle said casually.
Although the situation was not favorable to Dong Ling, it was not enough to make the Ninth Prince lose control and show his vulnerable side in front of Feng Qingchen. The Ninth Prince exaggerated the situation just to divert Feng Qingchen's attention.
"The situation in Xiling... should stabilize soon." Zuo An would not let Feng Jin stay there for too long.
"Tianyu is not cruel enough." As long as the Emperor of Xiling is in power, Xiling will not be ruled by Tianyu. And given Tianyu's personality, he would never be able to force his father to abdicate, let alone kill him.
"If Tianyu becomes cruel, you won't dare to trust him." How could a man who could even kill his own father for the throne abide by the agreement between him and the Ninth Uncle?
"You're right, Tianyu is very good like this." The Ninth Prince also understood that he was forcing it.
The Ninth Prince did not come to discuss official business with Feng Qingchen. He said all this just to divert Feng Qingchen's attention. Seeing that Feng Qingchen was no longer suspicious, the Ninth Prince asked, "Is there something you want to talk to me about today?"
"No more." No matter how sad I was, I felt much better now. That moment in the afternoon was just a momentary impulse.
"Oh..." The Ninth Prince responded with a long tail tone, clearly showing that he didn't believe it.
"Yes, there is something." If the two of them hid too much from each other, problems would easily arise. She didn't want to quarrel with the Ninth Prince again, or have a cold war.
Feng Qingchen organized her words a little and told her Ninth Uncle everything that happened today, with the key point being that she refused to believe that Lan Jiuqing was dead.
This was the first time Feng Qingchen spoke about Lan Jiuqing in front of the Ninth Uncle without reservation: "I didn't have much contact with Lan Jiuqing, but I really regarded him as a close friend. I still can't accept it. Lan Jiuqing died like this. It always feels unreal."
Hearing Feng Qingchen mentioning another self in front of him, and even discussing the death of another self, that feeling was really strange. No matter how calm the Ninth Prince was, he still felt a little uncomfortable.
The Ninth Prince could only hug Feng Qingchen tightly and comfort him stiffly: "The dead cannot be resurrected, don't be sad."
"There's no use feeling sad. As a doctor, I've seen too much about birth, aging, sickness and death. I just can't accept it for the time being." This time, Feng Qingchen buried her head in the Ninth Prince's chest. Listening to the Ninth Prince's steady and powerful heartbeat, Feng Qingchen gradually felt at ease.
After a long while, Feng Qingchen looked up at the Ninth Uncle and said seriously, "Life is too short, and the afterlife is too fleeting. We must all live well. No matter what difficulties we encounter, we must not give up our lives easily. We must live on no matter how difficult it is."
Feng Qingchen believed that she could survive without the Ninth Uncle, but that kind of life would be incomplete...
“Like the Ghost King, being buried alive and eating corpses, do you still have to survive?” For some reason, the Ninth Prince suddenly wanted to know what Feng Qingchen would think of the Ghost King.
Feng Qingchen nodded vigorously without any hesitation: "As long as I can survive, there is hope."
"You're right. As long as we survive, everything will be fine." In the dark, where no one could see, the Ninth Prince smiled with relief: "Don't worry, I won't die easily, and I won't let you die easily either."
The Ninth Prince patted Feng Qingchen on the back, thinking of what they had encountered in the forbidden area of the Beiling Wolf Clan.
He and Feng Qingchen, if they were to die, they would die together. If they were to live, they would live together naturally.
"But if I die, you won't be able to live. I've said I won't let you live alone."
"Then you must have that opportunity. Sometimes, death comes too suddenly, so suddenly that we are not prepared at all. How can you kill me then... You know, I won't commit suicide." Suicide is an act of a coward. She even has the courage to die, so how could she not have the courage to live?
"You are right... I will live well and wait for you as long as I can." When the moment of death really comes, even if he has the chance, he probably won't be willing to attack Feng Qingchen.
Although he had always told Feng Qingchen that he would not let Feng Qingchen live alone, he was reluctant to let Feng Qingchen die...